March 15, 2012

Positively Beastly

In Michael Medved's almost comically brooding, Waugh-like dispatch from the Daily Beast, one finds from him only one hopeful note:

[T]here is one small scrap of encouragement for GOP loyalists who actually hope to win elections in November: the "Ron Paul Revolution" looks less and less relevant and, therefore, less and less threatening to the future of the party.

I wasn't sure at first if this was satire or not, but after a rereading or two, I've ruled it dead serious.

The remainder and indeed majority of Medved's screed is a muddled, laugh-out-loud defense of Mitt the Reaganite and is decidedly anti-"Santo" -- Medved declares party moderates to be banished but welcome; and I kid you not -- and it concludes in a seemingly genuine reference to "the Republican big tent," and, again, I kid you not.

I have an idea for the Daily Beast. Perhaps its editors would consider hiring Mr. Medved as a regular contributor (maybe he already is, I don't really know, or care), a position in which he could wax eloquent and often about the native habits of the increasingly extinct critter of feral Republicanism: Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole ...

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Positively Beastly

In Michael Medved's almost comically brooding, Waugh-like dispatch from the Daily Beast, one finds from him only one hopeful note:

[T]here is one small scrap of encouragement for GOP loyalists who actually hope to win elections in November: the "Ron Paul Revolution" looks less and less relevant and, therefore, less and less threatening to the future of the party.

I wasn't sure at first if this was satire or not, but after a rereading or two, I've ruled it dead serious.

The remainder and indeed majority of Medved's screed is a muddled, laugh-out-loud defense of Mitt the Reaganite and is decidedly anti-"Santo" -- Medved declares party moderates to be banished but welcome; and I kid you not -- and it concludes in a seemingly genuine reference to "the Republican big tent," and, again, I kid you not.

I have an idea for the Daily Beast. Perhaps its editors would consider hiring Mr. Medved as a regular contributor (maybe he already is, I don't really know, or care), a position in which he could wax eloquent and often about the native habits of the increasingly extinct critter of feral Republicanism: Feather-footed through the plashy fen passes the questing vole ...